Post storm

We're having one heck of a thunderstorm right now.  Very loud, and very long.  And, while it's also VERY overdue, it has been a huge source of stress in the house.  Big Belle has developed an intense fear of storms.  I feel bad for her, because I know she gets it directly from me.  I remember that fear.  And it is real, and rational.  She does better when we discuss the real reasons about storms:  how badly we need the rain, and that helps daddy come home to us from work more; we talk about how thunder comes from clouds, but clouds are not like people or animals.  Clouds are not mad, that is not what causes thunder.  God is not moving furniture, nor is he bowling.  WE talk about clouds getting very heavy because they are ready to rain, and then they get crowded.  They make lightning, and that causes thunder.  AND, as long as we are inside there is nothing to worry about.  Of course, the blinking lights and flickering t.v. don't add to the comfort.  So, after about an intense hour of stress and the storm still a presence, the girls finally drifted off a bit on the couch.  WHile another rumble has currently awakened Big Belle, ClaraBelle's thumb has fallen out and she is blissfully asleep....Time to see if we can sneak her off to her bed now.